Every Third Word

Ouroboros before us
Ouroboros behind
In endless genesis
As the real unwinds

With a flash daylight devours
Last night’s slithering tale
Eleven flying elevators
Thought-trains jumping their rails

Inverted and bent closed-circuit events
All mere fragments, whatever they meant,
Wherever they went…
Well, it’s forever now or never
A watch in rivers of now
And it’s up to the woken one
To make sense of it all somehow

Is it a play?
Or is it a bird?
We’ve heard rumors of humor
Dressed in gowns of the absurd
And after the loss of laughter
You’ll grasp about every third word
Faster than a loco motive
With a head full of steam
Well, you may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not
I’m the Dream

We’re still here in our hypersphere
On tradewinds of imagery
Inklings along fractured frontiers
Scribbling provisional memories

That’s just us in juxtaposition
That’s just us in juxtaposition
Slipping in the wake of the stream
Sounds wrapped around recursions
Sounds wrapped around recursions
Sounds wrapped around recursions
Narratives tugging at extremes

There were double-twist contortionists
Double-takes and deja vu
You can call me a hopeless optimist
But a miracle’s always overdue

Is it a play?
Or is it a bird?
We’ve heard rumors of humor
Dressed in gowns of the absurd
And after the loss of laughter
You’ll grasp about every third word
Faster than a loco motive
With a head full of steam
Well, you may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not
I’m the Dream

It’s a Sphinx without a riddle
An oubliette without a hatch
A bow without a fiddle
Or a torch without a match

It’s a coil without a center
An explosion with no force
A device with no inventor
A serpent without a source

Is it a play?
Or is it a bird?
We’ve heard rumors of humor
Dressed in gowns of the absurd
And after the loss of laughter
You’ll grasp about every third word
Faster than a loco motive
With a head full of steam
Well, you may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not
I’m the Dream

Ouroboros before us
Ouroboros behind
In endless genesis
As the real unwinds